I didn't fall in love once,
I fell in love with you
in a thousand different versions of time.
In one world,
you wore a blue dress
and laughed like the sky had just opened—
and I forgot how to breathe
in the most beautiful way.
In another,
you didn't even notice me,
and still…
I loved you quietly,
like a promise I made to myself
that I would never break.
And here,
in this universe—
the one where your hand fits mine
like it was always meant to—
I am not afraid anymore.
Because loving you
is not chaos,
it is direction.
You are not a distraction,
you are my destination.
I flirt with you like a fool sometimes,
just to hear you say my name twice,
once with annoyance
and once with a smile you try to hide.
And God,
that smile—
it should be illegal
to carry so much peace
on a single face.
If loving you was a responsibility,
I would sign it like a contract
written in forever.
I would wake up every morning
and choose you again—
not because I have to,
but because every version of me
has already agreed
that you are the only decision
that never feels wrong.
I promise you
not a perfect love—
but a present one.
The kind that stays
even when words run out.
The kind that listens
even when silence is loud.
The kind that grows
even when everything else
feels like it's falling apart.
You are not just someone I love.
You are the place
where my love becomes real.
And if there are truly
infinite universes—
then somewhere,
in all of them—
I am still
looking at you
like this is the first time
my heart understood
what it was made for.
And maybe,
just maybe—
you are looking back
the same way.